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If your husband has to get out of bed and make himself breakfast; you are a bad wife.

If your husband has to do his own laundry; you are a bad wife.

If your husband has to make dinner; you are a bad wife.

If your husband has to wash the dishes; you are a bad wife.

If your husband has to masturbate; you are a bad wife.

If your husband has to ask permission to take what’s his; you are a bad wife.

If your husband has to ever listen to you saying “no” to him; you are a bad wife.

It slowly gets harder and harder to stay in control, starting to dribble every now and then. Now you're begging him to let you go, saying that you don't want to make a mess despite feeling that tension building deep in your core, your thighs shaking. You start to get up, but he just pins your legs back, doubling down on his efforts like it's the last thing he'll ever do, and all you can do is squirm and whine helplessly.

Soon enough, another spurt escapes, and he keeps going, looking up at you with pure lust as he deliberately flicks his tongue just the right way to draw another out. You beg and protest one last time as you think you're about to lose it, but instead, a powerful orgasm rips through your whole body.

As soon as the waves subside, the urge intensifies tenfold, and you can no longer hold back. All that can be heard are your whines and moans, and the hiss of your stream splashing on the bed and his face, completely soaking the sheets.